Billy has been receiving gifts from his ghost friend for a few weeks now, and is no longer afraid of him. Billy is determined to finally meet his friend. Fun is had. A little Billy & Danny fluff. Part 6 of “The Captain and the King”

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“....Danny was torn. He had watched from a distance each time he had left a gift for the boy…for Billy, and it warmed his heart each time the boy opened the gifts with delight. At first, the child had been wary and hesitant, but now he seemed to look forward to the care packages that Danny left. The ghost in question looked down at the box in his invisible hands. This one had something extra in it…Legos. He had noticed on his last sweep of the boy’s dwelling that there were no toys anywhere. Every child—especially this child—deserved to have some toys. Danny wasn’t sure exactly what the kid would like, so he went with something he’d enjoyed at that age: Legos. A Lego model of the Space Shuttle sat amid the food, candy, new socks, and other items that Danny was planning on dropping off when the kid went to sleep. He never expected the boy to sit up waiting for him, and he certainly didn’t think the child would sense his presence and call out to meet him. He didn’t want to scare the boy, but his heart lurched at the child’s plea. His heart warred with his caution for a bit, but in the end, Danny always followed his heart. With a gentle sigh, the half-ghost lowered himself to the floor and faded into visibility.

Billy gasped when the ghost appeared holding a box identical to the ones he had been receiving over the last three weeks. He wasn’t sure if the ghost would actually be willing to talk to him after he had run away last time. But now he was here, and Billy could see him for the first time! The first thing Billy noticed was his glowing white hair. It floated all around his head like the pictures he had seen of astronaut’s hair when they were in space. He wondered if the ghost liked space. Then, he noticed the ghost’s shiny green eyes. They glowed! That was so cool! He was wearing some kind of black jumpsuit or uniform that had an awesome-looking symbol in the middle of his chest. Was he a superhero too? Could ghosts be superheroes? He had to ask somebody about that. Maybe he’d ask the ghost! He looked back at his new friend’s face and saw that he looked nervous. He must be worried that Billy was still afraid. Billy could fix that...”

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Queer Icons of Horror

DOCTOR WHO

You never know, there could be someone out there. Maybe, one day. Happy New Year.

brb i’m gonna go think about this video all night

(link wasn’t working so i had to save it from tiktok)

rotating them in my mind like a microwave

Bruce is grateful for the fact that Damian has made friends, he is.

He's happy that his son has met children his own age at school and befriended them. That he is growing from that prickly, unhappy, scarred child he'd first been when he'd come to live with Bruce. That his friends are even normal kids - baring Jon, who is still normal enough despite being the son of Superman and occasionally a super hero himself - with no links to anything strange or dangerous or illegal.

"Oh, sup B."

He just wished that his son's friends were also just a little less...feral.

"Hello Elle."

Elle Nightingale gave him a little wave with the lemon she was holding - or as best as she could considering the space she was working with - and smiled cheekily at him. Bruce felt a headache budding behind his eyes.

"I thought Alfred banned you from the kitchen?" She shifted a bit, nudging a bottle of milk - farm fresh, courtesy of the Kents, passed along via Jon as thanks for looking after him for the weekend. Bruce wished he'd had the foresight to expect that Jonathan Kent staying over for the weekend would mean that Elle, her cousin Billy and their friend BL - the children refused to say the girl’s real name, likely to spite Damian, and thr initials had been a compromise to calling her Box Lunch - would take it as them being permitted to stay over for so long as well. Damian had just given Bruce a an unimpressed look when he'd expressed his surprise at the sudden influx of twelve year olds in his home. As if Bruce was disappointing him at being so foolish as to think his entire pack of hellhounds wouldn't be invading enmass.

"Just getting a snack." He assured her, not wanting her to being the wrath of Alfred down upon his head. The hellions liked doing that, for some reason. "I don't suppose you could tell me what exactly you're doing in my fridge." Bruce tried, looking at the girl curled up in what should have been a deeply uncomfortable position between a few shelves of the large appliance.

Elle grinned. Her canines looked a little too sharp in the odd light of the fridge. Bruce really had to stop thinking of his sons friends as demonic hellions, he was starting to impose impossible features on them when he was sleep deprived.

"We're playing hide and seek." She made direct, unblinking eye contact with him as she brought the whole lemon to her mouth and took a bite out of it like it was an apple. "It’s Day's turn to seek." She added, lemon juice dripping down her chin as she swallowed her bite, rind and all.

Well at least she was getting enough vitimin C.

"Right." He nodded, deciding that it wasn't cowardice that led him not wanting to get involved. No, it was just...good parenting. Letting the kids be kids. It was a sleepover, and Damian was actually playing a game! That was something to be encouraged! Bruce wasn't fleeing from this particular group of children's brand of chaos at all. "...could you hand me one of the fruit cups Alfred made earlier?"

Elle obliged on the condition Bruce didn't tell Damian about her hiding spot and returned to happily eating her...whole lemon...as he shut the fridge door on her.

As he returned to his office he glanced out one of the manor's large windows long enough to see Billy stick his head out from the top of the twelve foot tall topiaries out on the front lawn, checking to see if Damian was about. Bruce shook his head, kids and their ability to climb impossible structures never ceased to amaze him. Billy should be careful not to keep trying to peak for Damian though, he was going to end up getting found that way.

~Mandy and Billy~

pete and andy accepting fall out boy’s alternative artist of the year award!

did you see that? yeah, i saw that! that was at least seven feet! i don't know what it was, but it almost gave me a heart attack.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILLY!

Another quick drawing for you guys. No matter what Billy does, Stu won't stop randomly calling him during his hunting trips out of boredom.

Stu manages to freak him out a little sometimes.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE 🫶🏼

“Every job I do, I’m always trying to hone my craft and develop new skills to add to my arsenal. Every job I do is like an apprenticeship because I never went to drama school. I’m learning on my feet.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EWAN MITCHELL!

⇢March 8, 1997

Silly doodle of my favorite murderers while I draw some more

The doctor and Rose

just finished reading "The Last Son of Krypton" and literally sobbing heaving crying throwing up about chris kent. absolutely distraught. clark trying his hardest to make chris stay and chris being happy he got to meet robin and he just wants to be a hero like kal has shown him to be and

and then he.

literally carving my heart out and throwing it into the ocean i will never know peace ever again.

Prompt 84

Amity Park absolutely adores her little ghostling, her little Gatekeeper who was of her own ectoplasm, reborn from her own blood in the center of her new heart. She absolutely adores her baby, practically a newborn, being only a year dead! 

So of course she had to gush and boast about her little phantom to the other city spirits! They all got together to gossip sometimes after all. And both Smallville and Fawcett started to gush about their own little ones back! 

Gosh they should set up a playdate at some point, her little phantom could use some friends in the mortal realm. Well some more friends, three is obviously not enough. Oh, Gotham and Bludhaven have come over as well! It’s a playdate then! 

Now if only each of their world’s timelines were synced up, but at least everyone is around the same age!